THE MAN is on to me...
All this week Mom and Dad have been talking about going on vacation. We aren't even going to PRETEND that we thought WE were going because I know better than that by now. And hey, we get to stay with Gram and Gramps and they are TREAT DISPENSING MACHINES. Crap, I am yelling like Tanner.
So in addition to the vacation talk, they have been talking about getting Tanner and I chips. I thought, cool Gram and Gramps will be giving us lots of tasty chips as treats.
Tanner was trying to figure out which chips he liked best, I definitely like the Lays.
Then this morning Mom dragged me out of bed into the FREEZING cold truck (Note from Mom, it was about 50 degrees) and said, lets go get your chips! MORE chips?? PAWESOME.
Then, somehow we were at the VET. We were whisked into the back and INJECTED with some kind of tracking device big brother is watching mark of the beast MICRO CHIP. WTF?!?!?!?
We are now part of 'the system'. omdog. If the Yankees lose today, this might go down as the worst possible day ever.